Chapter 36

Transmigration Diary 36
……
On the way back Wen Shiyu leaned on Cefalina’s shoulder—quiet ask:
“That call…… anything wrong?”
No hide—“My mother.”
“She thinks…… we’ve been too close lately.”
Body stiff—
Head lifted—distance opened.
“So stay near me—don’t wander alone. I’m afraid she’ll…… find you privately—strange talk—or summon you to the old estate.”
“She wants me gone?” Direct.
“Maybe.” Admit.
Pause—memory—“She also said…… she’d find me a better matched Alpha—date fast.”
Side glance—secret hope for something—
Even displeased “you can’t”—or hurt “don’t leave me”—smug—then reassure no such plan—
Wen Shiyu went fully silent.
Suddenly remembered the original goal.
On the island she had urged Charlotte—hate plan faster—help pseudocyesis break—
Since the injury—care—closeness—felt…… comfortable?
She had delayed—almost forgotten—
Task was help Cefalina escape false pregnancy—
Blankness—
How had she delayed and evaded for tenderness?
Wrong.
Cefalina’s care—not hers to take for granted.
Cefalina was only trapped by pseudocyesis.
Half a wait—no jealousy—no protest—
Sulky—“You have…… nothing to say?”
At last low:“I’ll finish credits fast—graduate early—then leave.”
Cefalina frozen—never expected that.
Suffocating silence.
Then explosive:
“So—you’re fine if I date other Alphas?”
Looked—hesitated—
“You said—I’m a servant you must keep close…… to save the baby.”
Choked—her own words—
That was the relationship—
When had she hoped Wen Shiyu would rebel at “servant”—
Not calm acceptance—and leaving.
Bit lip—would not admit first—pressed again:
“Nothing else to say?”
Long hesitation—next words would hurt—duty won—
Low:“Actually…… I still urge you—not to keep this child.”
Eyes wide—
She had explained why—
Almost never told anyone but Su Yan and Charlotte—
Wen Shiyu never understood.
Lips tight—car at the dorm—door shoved—out without look—Wen Shiyu alone in the car.
Sighed—crutches—followed.
Back— obvious “I’m angry”—bedroom—door shut—shut out.
Hesitated—did not knock—sofa—book to calm.
Family clear—fragile relation restated—greed must shrink.
Bedroom—sulk—no apology coming—
Sleepwear—paced living room—tiny noise—no words.
Reading—dizzy—cannot focus—
Faint peach drifting toward her—
Scent with direction—odd—
Too long reading—or—forehead hot—
Fever meds—but crutches hidden again—
One-foot hop—sofa—lost balance—flop—
Embarrassing—
Cefalina instantly there—bending—awkward worry—
“You—what happened?”
Face red—“Maybe…… fever.”
Cefalina pouted—pheromones ignored—fell herself—hmph—
Still fetched meds and water—helped swallow—soft blanket—
“Don’t catch cold again.” Hard voice—gentle hands.
Nod—lashes down—could not meet her eyes.
Blanket mid-air—anger again:
“Won’t you apologize for what you said?”
Looked up—down—low but firm:“I…… do hope you don’t keep the baby.”
“How can you say that—it’s because of you we have this child.”
Mouth open—no truth—
Did not want full rage—excuse:“I…… have a genetic illness.”
“Afraid the child won’t be healthy.”
Not wholly lie—in her original world orphan abandoned for genetic disease—
Amyloid protein deposits in organs—young silent—middle age sudden heart failure—
Fifty-fifty inheritance—
Would not doom a partner midlife—never planned to date.
“Genetic illness?”
Suspicious—
“But you said pheromone problems—I checked all childhood records—no genetic history flagged.”
Speechless—
Forgot—this body’s records had none.
Angrier—
“Just admit you hate children!”
Using her sister’s story as fiction—
Hard follow:“……Yes—I hate children.”
Cefalina: ??
“Your child—I’m carrying it!” Blanket slammed on her—
“Sleep on the sofa tonight!” Door slammed again.
Face in blanket—long sigh—
Heavy mood—
Why hurt when Cefalina angry?
No truth—best excuse useless—
In Cefalina’s eyes—a liar—cold—
Medicine and fatigue—sleep came.
Midnight—touch on forehead and cheek—
Half awake—dark villa—moon on floor—
Late night—Cefalina again—
Gold hair—strands on her neck—warm intoxicating scent—
“Fever seems down.” So close—almost sniffing—
“Mm……?”
Not fully awake—
Beautiful face—soft palm—impulse—
Want her fragrant arms—hold tight—deep breath—
Warm and safe—
Head turned aside—
“I…… am I.”
No release—
“Up—bedroom.” Pulled up.
Obedient—but confused—wasn’t sofa the punishment?
Half-dragged—one leg useless—stumbled to bed—
Released—fell into soft sheets—Cefalina’s scent—
Standing—anger still—then under covers beside her—
Surprised—
Sulky hug—muffled stubborn:“You say no baby— not your call. Stinking servant.”
Wen Shiyu felt Cefalina—face hot—
“Cefalina?”
Regardless—Cefalina moved closer—honest need—
Body warm—peach filling the bedding—
“I want her…… so you help me keep her.”
Still angry about hating children—
Mood foul—could not sleep—belly ache even—
Why should Wen Shiyu make her suffer?
She was Cefalina Cavendish—wanted—got—
Spite and deeper feeling—rose— fetched the troublemaker from the sofa—
Back—empty feeling gone—replaced—
Annoying words—but pretty—smells good—pitiful sick look—
Cute.
Hugging—less angry—
Cheeks red—eyes half—tight hold—nipped her face—
Suddenly hot—heart pounding—dizzy—
Wait—
Really fever-free?
Tried push—wrist caught—kiss—
Peach sweetness—not just pleasant—scalp tingling—
Held on—embraced Cefalina hard—
Cefalina gasped softly.